Connecticut College - Koine Yearbook (New London, CT)

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found themselves face to face with the familiar blue books. But we tackled them for better or for worse. With the new semester at hand, the ground was disturbed with the 225 leaves the Freshmen were turning over-to study more, play less, and in general, get some sleep. All went well until MidfWinter Formal came alonggand talk about bees 'ibeeingv busy! Idle chatter echoed through the dorms while smooth convertibles with even smoother men entered the campus gates. The whole weekfend was a great thrill to us neophites, who were allowed to attend a dance for the first time with no strings tied and a 1:30 permit. And then March-also the weekfend blizzard-still no spring. The popular melody, High on a Windy Hill became our theme song as we battled terrinc gales to reach Fanning at 8:00 every morning. But March had its joys, too-we set the basketball games off to a grand start with our new song, and the Junior Banquet gave us the opportunity to serenade our beloved Junior sisters. April was nothing new to us, except for the formal dance during Junior Prom weekfend, for we had had showers intermittently all year. Came May and it wasn't the trees that filled the breeze with rare and magic High on a hill top Get Ll horse next time Can spring be fav behind? 16

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we had become well enough acquainted to elect the officers of our class. Top honors went to Sally Stewart as President, followed by Mary McKee as VicefPresident, Betty Mercer as Secretary, lvlartha Carey as Treasurer, Sue Balderston as Social Chairman, Alison Hunter as Cheerleader, Elizabeth Travis as Song Leader, and Suzanne Harbert as Class Historian. While the majority of us were planning our Christmas vacation, we watched ten lucky Fresh' men chosen as waitresses for Soph Hop plan their methods of attack. Before we had time to catch our breath from this gay weekfend it was December 19th. This ne'er to be forgotten evening included the Christmas Pageant, carolling by all-and at all hours, and that particular moment when we hung the Christmas wreath on President Blunt's door. just as rapidly as 1940 went out, 1941 came in. Leap year was over, and term papers topped by midfyears awaited us when we returned to C. C. '21 college depleted by the Hu epidemic. Those who survived rather wished they hadn't when they l 15 Going 5omewhere7 L' Wlittt next 7

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perfume-Minstead it was Competitive Plays in bloom . With Libby Massey as our director, the aforementioned talent really put on a first rate performance and continued to do so on Freshman Day when we presented our pageant. A few days later found us still competing-fthis time as songsters. Rehearsals for the sings All's fail Smile please Cam paigning? took hours and finding the suitable white dress took days, but it was worth it all, for we knew that it was with a love increasing ever that our college years would go by. Finals brought the end of a perfect yearf a year that has made us feel that when C. C. calls us back as sophomores, the ivied walls and oceans blue will be more than a wel' come sight. h 17 No group trouble here